Mr Shozz is a God-fearing woman wit...

Mr Shozz is a God-fearing woman with a bad haircut. She didn't hire me for my inner beauty. I think she felt sorry for me for my shadow my caste. She has lived here for twenty years, now all the old-world moral eyebrow still twitch for her. Brahmins stocking cosmetics at Kmart doesn't faze her. It's single when the lesser of us manage to aid as cardiologists or own strip malls, and have modem houses in the suburb that Mr Shozz murmurs about a return to tradition; still it's too late. She and her husband have managed to dig themselves knotty into this continent. I was born here a